There was no music
But she danced like the flower moved by the wind
The wind calls her name
Poetry is the dance that is danced without music
And poetry is what she is
She sang but without words
She played guitar no strings attached
Read her thoughts
Forget her name
Before she blows your mind
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 3:18 AM UTC
There was no music
But she danced like the flower moved by the wind
The wind calls her name
Poetry is the dance that is danced without music
And poetry is what she is
She sang but without words
She played guitar no strings attached
Read her thoughts
Forget her name
Before she blows your mind
